"As it comes..." Wembley repeated, pulling the blankets back from his face. "Gobo, c'mon, I know you better than that. A-And you should be worried! I mean, I'll be fine, but Mokey needs to stay healthy. And Boober won't be very happy about this, either... I think I should stay with Uncle Scrooge until I'm feeling better."

He smiled up at Gobo, small but true. "I don't mind."